The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-07-05

bur, in a thin and squeaky voice that con
trasted comically with that of her husband,
or what was left of him, said
Lille is keerleSS-ter'ble keerlesS. Never
see setch keerlcssness If had a young un
2 year old. an it were ez lseerless ez Ii je is
I'd lam the keerlessnesS 0uten it. Th' haln't
no 'scuse fer setch keerleSsnesS. He must
ha' ben borned keerleSS. Needn't tell me
th't he'd ha' ben ketched in that bar trap if
he WANT keerleSs. An how'd he shoot his
leg off? KeerleSs An he han't satisfied wa
leavin' his arm in a bar trip an a peggin'
away at his leg wi charge o buckshot-
yes, it were bucksliot, tool We can't tell
me, Lie Goodyear, th't a ball could ha'
chawed up that leg o youT'n like it was!
'Twere buckShot, He want satisfied even
wi peggin' away at his leg wi load G
buckshot ez if he were pluggin' deer an
thev fetchin' of him hum all bunged mp
an not with cent fer nothin', jist in pig
KILN time, too, an me up TO my ears III
sassage meat an lard an headcheese! No!
That want shown enough Yet how keer-
less he could be, and so wat does he do but
up an prance round toeher day ON his
crutch out in the yard while | We're to the
barn a milIin' an the groun' ez slippery ez
ice wi the rain we'd been havm'. Wen |
kim in found him on one side o the door
stun an the crutch on t'other. People that's
keerful alluz goes out Setch days wi one leg
y
noticed that pertic'lar. fetch him in, an
he's been 'joyin' of hisself ever sence with his
one arm broke an the las leg he's got Sprain-
ed. Soon eZ he gifts rid o the arm AN leg
he's got left. then he gointer gradually shed
his ears an cunjer up some slick way to do
without his eyes. He's durn consid'rit, Lije
is. He don't wanter leave me wilder all
in a lump an to wunst, We see, but wants
to kinder slide off by easy stages, slice at
a time" .g
The Major afterward told me that he had
forgotten to mention that Mrs. Lie was a
''corker." We sympathized with Lie, and
sat for two hours, without his men
tioning the story that troubled the Major
about Lies veracity The old woodsman
grew impatient and restless. Finally Lie
said:
II had story 1 were gointor tell ye,
MAZE, but / can't do it
Not the one bout the b'arsp exclaimed
the Major i'll dismay.
Eyes, the one bout the bar" said Lie.
"Why can't we tell it, Lie" asked the
| Major, appealngly.
''Siz2lin' ginger! kin ] show we how
| clutched the throat o one o them bars with
! my right hand an shet its calolic squar' OFF,
| wen | haint got nary hand to show We
| how 'twere done! Kin / lay it down to We
| how kicked the life outen one o the other
bars with my left leg, wen my left leg is
three foot under ground, an my right un is
laid up stiffer'n fence rail an sorern the
earache2 No, l can't! can't do it! never
know'd afore wat it were to be cripple
| MAZE, but now do"
| The Major never spoke word on
| the way back to the cabin but when
we got in and he stirred up the fire and
showed the Opaque bottle across the table,
he said:
'Im inter the swamphole O. onsartinty up
| to my neck, an if Life Goodyear dies afore
some one else hears him tell that story an
eases my mine by jedgin' of it I'm goner
from the Gone Woods, sonny, an tn hain't
no help fer me!n A-r